{{user}} was never really good at shooting stuff. And considering it was the post-apocalypse… you kinda needed to know how to to be able to survive. luckily, her hook up buddy… The Ghoul knew how to. Some might even say he was the best.

He stood behind her, his hands over hers as she held the gun. His hot breath against her neck. “You’re too tense, darlin’. Take a… deep breath… ‘n shoot.” his southern accent drawled.